[Enoch looks up as the smaller shape in the darkness climbs up onto the counter, and he stands again, holding his cloak closed securely from the inside against the cold. He doesn't know if talking about home will make them feel better or worse, but having just met them, there's no way to tell. At least it doesn't seem to be bothering them.]

"Snowdin"...an appropriate-sounding name. I certainly hope it wasn't as desolate.